Текст песни Im Not In Da Streets! - Nicknxtdoor!
Ayy,
bruh,
I'm
just
talkin'
my
stuff,
really
Talkin'
that
shit,
for
real
I
don't
bang,
I'm
not
in
the
streets,
I
don't
wanna
be
in
the
streets
I
don't
got
opps,
I
don't
do
drugs,
none
of
that,
bruh,
real
talk
Told
that
bitch
don't
kill
my
vibe
I
keep
a
Glock
with
my
extensions,
rollin'
with
my
guys
If
I'm
callin'
up
my
gang,
I
bet
you,
they
just
down
to
ride
But
we
gotta
spin
this,
but
you
know
I'm
protected
I
got
G-O-D
on
my
side
Uh,
ayy,
takin'
the
field,
that's
a
late
call
My
diamonds
be
wet
like
the
pool,
but
you
know
my
choppa
It
really
hold
eight-ball
Your
girl
on
my
meat
and
she
suckin'
my
nuts
I
guess
that
we
call
that
an
eight-ball
Tall
nigga,
he
talkin'
down,
I
shoot
a
bow
in
his
knees
And
the
lame
nigga
ain't
tall
Uh,
ayy,
my
boys
in
the
streets
with
them
big
triggers
And
I'm
5'5",
I'm
small
But
I
know
that
this
chopper
gon'
make
me
a
big
nigga
I
know
that
I'm
little
But
I'm
a
lil'
nigga
who
finna
bе
countin'
them
big
figures
And
you
talkin'
down
on
the
gang
You
bеtter
know
that
why
the
team
finna
get
with
you
Uh,
how
you
talkin'
like
this?
You
not
in
the
streets
Know
that
boy,
this
just
a
song
and
I'm
just
rappin'
what
I
see
I
see
people
spinnin'
blocks
and
I
see
people
on
they
knees
Don't
got
opps,
but
I
got
guns
So
please
don't
try
me,
lil'
bro,
please
I
don't
gangbang
and
I
don't
wanna
be
on
the
block
I
don't
wanna
live
this
lifestyle
that
y'all
rappin',
just
stop
I'm
only
rappin'
for
my
people
and
to
get
to
the
guap
Just
'cause
I
don't
bang,
don't
mean
that
I'm
a
big
boy,
you
shot
Yeah,
keep
me
a
switchy
on
it
in
the
house
I
bet
you,
my
sister'll
spin
and
she
not
gon'
rat
How
this
lil'
nigga
a
mouse?
I'm
at
your
mama
crib,
she
want
me
to
hit
from
the
back
She
want
me
to
get
in
that
blouse
But
then
I
run,
I
got
me
a
switch
on
my
gun
This
nigga
might
not
even
crouch
Yeah,
I
count
me
a
hundred,
I
got
a
shooter
named
Hundred
You
talkin'
'bout
kick,
I'ma
punt
it
I'm
on
the
beat,
boy,
you
know
that
I
run
it
Copyin'
everything,
know
I
been
done
it
I
might
go
'head,
catch
me
a
head
like
a
bonnet
And
I'm
at
your
house,
your
mama
call
me
munchkin
Gotta
be
Ice
Spice
the
way
that
she
munchin'
Yeah,
yeah,
I'm
getting
bread,
nigga,
you
mad
Lil'
nigga
take
your
girl
and
she
all
at
my
crib
Bro,
please
do
not
cry,
bruh,
you
too
sad
I
feel
a
lil'
stressed,
they
got
me
lil'
mad
Man
that
lil'
bih
made
me
too
mad
I
don't
even
wanna
catch
a
hat
no
more
I
might
go
and
catch
me
a
durag,
ayy
Come
on,
bro
I'm
so
locked
in
this
shit,
bro
This
year
my
year,
for
real
I'm
not
playin'
I'm
grindin'
all
year,
bro,
I'm
gon
get
somewhere-
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